Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 93

Chapter 93 Lucas: With Clayton

LUCAS

Challenge him. Rip him apart.

My wolf's snarling has occupied the majority of my short flight to White Peak, getting closer to the man who's tasted my mate in ways that he never should have.

My phone's off, because I don't know what I'll do if he calls.

The primal part of me is incensed, wanting to sink my teeth into his throat and tear it out, savoring every drop of the blood that spurts, content in knowing his soul has departed this world.

But the rest of me recognizes that Clayton is my friend and ally.

What am I supposed to do with all these fucking feelings tripping me up inside? Having Ava back is supposed to make everything easier. Make things simple.

In my absence, will she begin to doubt my words?

If she sees Clayton, would she choose me over him?

I don't have that confidence.

The fated bond between us is my only advantage. That, and the distance I can maintain between her and the alpha I trust with the honor of my entire pack.

I can never let her return to Cedarwood.

There's no way in hell I'll lose the little advantage I have.

at the airport to personally escort me to the Blackwood pack lands. I can't let him

Every step I take through the terminal feels like a countdown to an inevitable confrontation. My wolf paces restlessly beneath my skin, eager for blood. I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I fight to keep

is ours.

than competition. My wolf may look at other alphas with respect, but he never looks

usually knows better

mate yet. We

of my head tell me that he's unsatisfied with my reasoning, but he stops snapping for Clayton's blood, giving me some reprieve from

with Blackwood was easier than all the bullshit I have to deal with in my head and

the terminal, an overwhelming assault on my sensitive nose. Sweat, perfume, fast food—it all mingles into a nauseating miasma that makes me want to gag.

Clayton.

our mate, my wolf snarls,

wrestling my primal side under

a mask of calm. But as our eyes meet, I can see it in his face, in the tense

he greets,

like gravel in my mouth. Anger flares hot in my veins, the

it have to be

force the rage down, swallowing the bitter accusations. We have more pressing matters to attend to. The Blackwood situation demands our full

in strained silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy between us. As we pull out onto the highway, heading away

can't take it

deceptively calm. "As soon as you

only just found out myself. I came as soon as I could

slap in the face. Like he isn't here to get a chance

fickle little bitch, just won't stop. Clayton really is here to help. He's been helping this entire time, hasn't he? There's no point trying to assign ulterior motives to his actions. We can't get past this situation if I'm going to be like

my wolf growls again, the memory of Ava's confession

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